Impressions

The waves crash
Pound the shore
Like so many times
They’ve done before

Shifting Sands

If you’ve ever sat on the seashore and wondered at the setting sun, the passage of time, this poem is for you.

Crouched in fear
Shivering in cold
Unable to see
An unknown future

As I walked in the darkness With a lone candle in my hand I happened upon a haggard man Stumbling as he wandered the land